The ride to the witches' village the following morning was very silent. Alora had suffered a headache from the previous afternoon, unable to talk.
Immediately the horses entered the witches village, Tilda sighed a sigh of relief. She had thought the ride would never end.
"Welcome." Angelica welcomed the three of them right from the gate which surprised them. "No need to be shocked, I just came out of the walls today because it is necessary. I can sense something isn't right. Come on, let's go."
As soon as they reached the white witch castle, Alora started emitting white mist from her body. Angelica and Tilda quickly casted a spell on her that trapped her in a white crystal. The crystal was powerful enough from preventing the mists from going through.
"What's wrong?" Radolph asked.
